dhaskoi:

randomthingsthatilike123:

Have you ever thought of a Supercat West Wing au, where Cat
is still Cat Grant, CEO of CatCo World Wide Media. She’s going along with her
life, kind of just coasting (I mean. Coasting for her), and she’s a bit bored with her life, but there’s not very
much she can do to challenge herself at this point—she’s built her empire,
she’s made her legacy. But she’s feeling a bit restless, the same restlessness
that got her to this point, that drive to be more.

And then one day, someone from her war correspondent days
walks into her office, one Hank Henshaw, who saved her life when she was just a
rookie war correspondent who knew absolutely nothing, comes to see her. And he’s talking about this New England small time politician he wants
her to go see, at some retirement center, and that’s it.
He’s never called upon that debt, never used her for political or financial gain. Cat’s just thinking no way is she the real thing, at this
point (especially without Sunny Danvers in her life), more than a bit
jaded with humanity and pessimistic.

But the man who once saved her life is asking her for a
favor, and it’s not power or money or a position of influence. It’s simply to
go to this place in Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, and hear some imbecile
speak. And this is what old friends do for someone who owes a life debt (and maybe she herself is just a little bit hopeful, just a little bit
curious. This is someone who has Hank
Henshaw’s faith. Henshaw might be the most honorable and decent man she
knows—and for someone who’s life’s work is to ferret out secrets, who refuses
to keep her head in the sand, that means something).

And then on the way, maybe she stops in New York to visit
her old friend Lucy Lane, who’s working for gage whitney, making rich white
guys even richer. Both stuck in their ruts, uninspired.

And Lucy tells her to come back if she sees the real thing.
Cat gives a bit of a sarcastic laugh and asks her how the hell would she even
know—and Lucy tells her she’s seen Cat excited before, truly excited. Lucy will
just know.

(and maybe Cat did her background research on her way
there—she was a journalist first. Foster child, with a life plagued by tragedy,
adopted by one of the state’s oldest families. Some went to college on military
scholarship, had a bit of a career as an artist after serving her 4 years of
active duty. Single. Spotless record. Very few relationships, married to her
work. Cousin’s a journalist, two tattoos, worked as a diplomat after the
artistic stint, majored in art and political science, minor in linguistics.
Licensed pilot. Polyglot. Sister of Alexandra “Alex” Danvers, former army medic
and Surgeon General. Again, she’s Cat Grant—she does her homework)

So Cat goes to that retirement center and is just prepared
to have some really mediocre chicken. She’s barely paying attention—she even
has a crossword in front of her—even has it be paper, to prove a point that
she’s not busy with a work email or something truly important on her phone Nope.
It’s a crossword puzzle. And then there’s the question from the dairy
farmer—why did she vote on the way she did on those milk subsidies? That hurt a
lot of dairy farmers.

And then there’s just this pause before Kara goes, “Yeah. I
screwed you on that one.” And Cat’s head just rockets up and she immediately stops what she’s doing because this is something Cat’s never seen. And
she watches as this politician explain that the reason that she didn’t do
something very politically advantageous—in a state where dairy farms are big, this small tiny state where those
votes really do matter—was because
she didn’t want children to go hungry. She wanted children to be able to buy
milk.

What you are taught in every college political science
class, every high school civics class, in every democratic society, the
goal of every politician is to be reelected. And yet this is something
that won’t score her any political points, will make her lose constituents—she didn’t offer justification, like oh I voted
for this because they’d give us better grazing laws, or anything. This was flat
out “I did it for starving children. Not for you.”

And just. She’s almost a little bit pissed because goddammit
Hank was right, Cat is absolutely  hooked. She’s completely bamboozled and
yeah like Josh she’s just in awed shock and she comes into Lucy Lane’s firm, dripping wet, hair a frizzy mess, outfit
ruined,—and this is Cat fucking Grant, she never looks anything but pristine, not a hair out of place—just grinning.
And Lucy just stops talking to the client about the deal that would have made
her a partner, the culmination of her career and everything she’s been working
for her entire adult life—and it’s one of the easiest decisions she’s ever
made.

And then Winn, drunk off his ass because he thinks he’s
going to get fired tonight because he told if she’s asked about her vote
against the dairy farmers tonight she should, and only because it’s the easiest
thing to remember, tell the truth.

And then Alex comes in and fires everyone but Winn—which
Kara protests wildly at because Kara still doesn’t think that she’s actually
going to get elected, that she’s just doing to keep her opponent honest and
talk about some issues and be very comfortable conceding the race but Alex has
been in politics, has plans for Kara
and knows that they could go all the way to the White House, Hank as VP for
anyone worried about having such a young woman as President, Alex as Chief of
Staff. (and there’s a reason Alex has never planned on running for the White
House and that’s a)she is horrible at any type of public
speeches and b) Sierra Tuscon, drinks, and pills.)

And then Winn goes all the way to California to visit his
old friend James (complete with the James falling into his pool scene with the
sheer white shirt because I may be gay but I have eyes and EQUALITY). Winn lets
James know that. Well. Yeah, you’re right kara’s never heard of you but Alex
sure has. And yes, Kara Danvers is a good person. And that’s all it takes for
James to pack up from his 500k a year job to the one that pays 600 a week.

And so now Kara has a team of Lucy Lane, Hank Henshaw, Alex
Danvers, Winn Schott, James Olsen, and Cat Grant. And she’s worried now,
because she was never supposed to win. She’s just there to make her
speeches and keep her opponent honest because they may live in a time where a
woman could be president and a black man can be VP—but a straight female
president. Not a gay one. But Alex was right and they win and they’re off to the White House. So Kara keeps her secret,
and hopes (prays) that no one finds out, because she’s been so very careful,
not even Alex knows.

And if Kara thinks that Cat Grant is witty and fierce and determined
and witty and sarcastic and absolutely radiant?
Well, she’ll keep that to herself.

Holy shit yes.